The Golden Darkness/Plea
PLEA.
Grant me one little thing,
Gods of the gloom in the wood,—
When I pass the last, lit window
Of the living brotherhood,
When I hear in the throat of twilight
The last, last cry of a frog,
Let me not come in some wild place
On the dead, white face of the fog.
Gods of the gloom in the wood,—
When I pass the last, lit window
Of the living brotherhood,
When I hear in the throat of twilight
The last, last cry of a frog,
Let me not come in some wild place
On the dead, white face of the fog.